Adios, La Isla Guahan

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I leave Guam today. Guam, where nearly every restaurant maintains healthy stocks of Tabasco, ketchup, and soy sauce on tables (yes, that includes breakfast places…any combination of the three goes on even breakfast eggs). Guam, where the islandwide speed limit is 35 mph. Guam, where “on time” is often 30-60 minutes late. Guam, where there is always too much food at parties and everyone is sent home with balutan. Guam, where the water is aquamarine and robin’s egg blue even on cloudy days. Guam, where the beaches are never overly cold, even at dawn.

Ironically, it feels like, after this trip, I won’t be here again for a long, long time. I can’t quite explain where this thought has come from or why it has chosen this moment to surface. I wont miss the ants, the mosquitoes, or the lizards, but we have a long history, this island and I. It will always be a part of me, and I will always be an island girl.

Farewell, Guam.

*In case you’re wondering, the title “Adios, La Isla Guahan” is intended to be Chamorro, although it looks and sounds Spanish (mostly).